Zatanna's Show

Aaron was looking out the window in Iman's limo. Deep in thought, he reflected on the past days and how well things had come together. He had a new reliable babysitter, a job offer, cosmic powers, and a ticket to a fancy show. His life was so normal yet abnormal. Just how he liked it.

"You look troubled. Something wrong?"

Limos. They were so wide that Iman could face him without hindrance. Aaron glanced at her and faked a sigh.

"I have a daughter and I dropped her off at a new place. That's all."

"You…have a daughter?" There was a clear tone of unwillingness in Iman's voice. "Really?"

"Yep. Chloe. She's nine."

The reactions nearly caused him to be hysterical. "I see. That's…congratulations."

Iman did not press further. Inside, Aaron was cackling.

Everytime. Everytime. God, he loved Chloe. She was literally the greatest alibi he could have asked for. Have nothing to talk about? Talk about his daughter. Was something troubling him? His daughter. It was the most versatile excuse in the world. The recipients couldn't respond properly since Aaron looked too young to have a daughter in the first place. It was great.

"Where are we headed, by the way?" Aaron asked, genuinely curious. "You didn't tell me so…"

"Oh, right. Yes. We're going to Zatanna Zatara's magic show. It's for a charity."

Another? Sheesh. Where did all the charity money even go? Actually, he didn't need that question answered. It unquestionably went back into the pockets of the rich. The tax cuts from charity work were an open financial secret. There was a reason none of the money the wealthy supposedly raised made a substantial difference in the city. It was a never ending cycle of money laundering. A method for the rich assholes to suck their own dicks.

Did Zatanna not know? Or…wait, it was a charity co-hosted by Wayne Enterprises. Batman was likely using this to track the root of the corruption.

'Huh…would he actually do that? Ha, it's Batman, of course he's doing that.'

All of a sudden, he was looking forward to this. He was contributing to Batman's investigation (if his deduction was correct) and about to watch the sexy, luscious Zatanna Zatara up on stage.

The limo pulled over. It was time. Cameras waited for them as soon as they got off. Of course, it was less because of who they were and more about the attendance and success of the show. Wayne Enterprises and Zatanna Zatara. A crossover, for sure.

It was a calm, peaceful affair where they went inside the theatre and sat in their seats. The dimly lit theatre buzzed with anticipation as the audience eagerly awaited the start of the Zatanna Zatara magic show. Iman must have been looking forward to this evening for weeks as she had chosen the seats near the front row.

"Are you excited," Iman asked, steady yet quivering. "I can't wait…"

"Me neither. Zatanna is great." When a man said it, it was obviously a little…ahem…it could be perceived as a perverted comment due to her appearance. But what could Aaron do about it? What could Zatanna do? It wasn't like she could leave all that ass at home.

Poof!

The stage lit up and in a puff of white smoke Zatanna Zatara emerged, her presence commanding and enchanting. She was not facing the audience, however. Hands on her hips, holding onto the tip of her magician hat, her juicy heart-shaped ass for the world to gleam and ogle. Her little black coat barely hung over her black leotard, which flexed and highlighted the curvature of her ass. Knowing all eyes were on her, she turned. Her shining smile greeted the audience, her gorgeous facial features entering the fray soon after. Her heart-bowed lips were accentuated by red lipstick and her alluring cyan eyes were heightened by her soft angled eyebrows.

His pants churned. His breath hitched. Inside, his cock stirred. Who could blame him? This magician was just…sexy couldn't describe it. This was on another level of temptation. This was provocative and naughty that was purely magical and seamlessly punctured the hearts of men.

Facing forward, he could witness Zatanna's form in all its glory. From the iconic fishnet stockings clinging to her thick, gorgeous legs to the corset tightening her waist and overstuffed her white top. The show of cleavage was very, very daring. It was a flaunting of her large, gifted assets. The white bowtie wrapped around her neck and placed just on top of the flesh valley revealed just how strategic it was–just how strategic Zatanna was. She was hot and voluptuous and she used it to her advantage.

"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!" Arms thrown up, Zatanna's voice echoed through the theatre, her words carrying an air of grandeur. "Prepare to witness the extraordinary!"

With a wave of her hand, Zatanna conjured a bouquet of vibrant red roses, seemingly out of thin air. As she gracefully plucked each petal, the flowers transformed into a flock of fluttering doves, soaring above the audience. Gasps of awe filled the air as Aaron and Iman exchanged excited glances.

"I thank you all! Each and every last one of you for your patronage! Your efforts will not go to waste!"

The doves went in circles, performing tricks and then disappearing into the shadows. Many heads turned to see where they disappeared off to. There was no answer, only thrilled murmurs.

"Cool?" Aaron asked.

"Way too cool," Iman replied giddily.

Zatanna's charm and charisma were magnetic. She moved effortlessly across the stage, captivating everyone with her intricate sleight of hand. Coins vanished and reappeared in the most unexpected places, cards danced through the air, and objects levitated under her command. Truly, there was a reason she was a member of the Justice League. Beauty, power, money, prestige, she held it all within the tips of her gloved fingers.

Iman leaned over to Aaron, a gleam of excitement in her eyes. "Isn't she amazing? I can't believe the things she can do!"

Aaron nodded, his gaze fixed on Zatanna as she performed a mind-boggling illusion. He couldn't help but admire her confidence and stage presence. He could see through some tricks but not others. Especially because she switched between actual, reality-warping magic and stage magic. It was a spectacle of talent and hard work. A sight that could not be fully captured by a video on the internet. In person, directly in front of you, that was when you could recognize the sorceress's delightful skills.

For anyone not attracted to women, there was the occasional slip. The perversion. The eroticism. The part of her shows that caused her to sell out everywhere. They jiggled. They bounced. Aaron pretended not to notice. So did the rest of the audience. It was always brief and innocent. Unintentional. The ladies either pitied her or envied her. Did she forget to wear a bra or something? Or perhaps it was intentional recoil of her tits, a strategy to gain the male gaze.

Well, it was working. This was the first time Aaron wanted to whip his dick out in public. He didn't, of course, because he wasn't a fucking idiot. But a guy could dream.

It was an hour long show. Somehow, Aaron managed to keep it in his pants. He saw a few men get up to relieve themselves in the bathroom. The term relief meant jerk off. He wondered if she slipped aphrodisiac-like magic into her performances. Was it normally to be this horny at a magician's show?

She paraded her body like a whore while managing to conduct herself with dignity and professionalism. Aaron supposed it said more about the males than her.